Classroom of the Elite, but It's a Diary Style 30

April 27th, could go a bit higher.

April 28th, touched it.

April 29th, one more day.

April 30th, today's plot index is 'A'.

"Revival!"

Rushing back to his dorm, slamming the door shut, and pulling out his chair with a scrape, Asakusa Toru sat down comfortably.

These past few days had been suffocating for him.

Although the E-rated items weren't entirely useless, no matter how he looked at it, they couldn't compare to the voice recorder or the membership card from before!

He was still counting on getting some Magnetic Rotation power at some point.

If only he could intentionally stir up some plot to boost this index.

Unfortunately, this damn Diary was a bit stubborn; he clearly felt that Grandmaster Yamauchi sabotaging his own class points should have been a major plot point, but the plot index remained unmoved.

It seemed the criteria for judgment were based on the original timeline of the story.

Taking a deep breath, Asakusa Toru waved his hand and wrote today's diary entry.

Chapter 49: Lord Yamauchi Will Finally Ascend to the Throne He Deserves

[Capital, you win...

I've been trying hard to write in this diary almost every day, but the Magnetic Rotation that belongs to me still hasn't arrived. I don't know if someone is plotting against me behind the scenes; maybe I touched someone's cake, cheese, ice cream, fried pastry, burger, cola, fries, chicken cutlet, stinky tofu, cured meat, white-cut chicken, stir-fried tripe, fish-flavored shredded pork, roasted whole lamb, hot dry noodles, beggar's chicken, blanched shrimp, boiled cabbage...

Ahem, sorry, I touched too much by accident.

Anyway, I suspect the cake gave the cake to the cake, so the cake cake cake cake cake--

"Hello, I am cake."

Sigh, another one driven mad by diary writing.

Why did I ever think it was a good idea to come to Advanced Nurturing to write a diary?

Oh, I didn't choose this.

Never mind then.

Back to the point, today is a long-awaited large-cup diary entry!

The reason is simple: some super-good content is coming out soon.

I've already realized the resolve of the gods, and I've already warned Little Princess.

But alas, those who can't be carried, simply cannot be carried.

You guys are truly amazing, actually managing to hide this from the forty gods for a whole month!

You are the best (thumbs up)!

I'm not surprised that Class C, with Ryuen in charge, could keep the class points a secret, and Class A and Class D basically have no intersection and wouldn't discuss this, but Class B... actually, no one was a busybody.

You are all good, only in this way can the miracle, which should have happened at this time despite several twists and turns, be born!

Cheer! Celebrate! Applaud for Class D, led by the most powerful and invincible masterpiece in the history of Advanced Nurturing!

Lord Yamauchi will finally ascend to the throne he deserves.

Even if there is no one bowing beneath the throne.

But it doesn't matter, a throne is a throne, and a masterpiece is a masterpiece.

No one can question the strength of our Lord Yamauchi!!!

Time will prove everything; tomorrow is the moment Lord Yamauchi reaches the summit.

All you detractors will realize how wrong your original thoughts were!

Especially you! Little Princess!

Hmph, daring to oppose Lord Yamauchi and wanting to reveal the truth of the school to his subjects?

Don't even think about it!

Lord Yamauchi plans with strategy, Lord Yamauchi will last for ten thousand years!

Any existence that dares to resist Lord Yamauchi will be crushed with the force of thunder!

Do you understand what I mean?

Although it wasn't just Lord Yamauchi's efforts, but also his pawn, that guy Ryuen, working hard to stir things up, regardless, without the masterpiece, it would have been impossible to reach this point.

Ah, it really wasn't in vain that I spent so much time settling in.

Just thinking about seeing that bright, shining 0 on the Class D class points tomorrow makes me want to laugh.

Actually, it's not like no one could have stopped such a miracle.

If Little Princess wanted to, she could tell Grandmaster Yamauchi the truth at any time. As long as she scared him before Ryuen tricked him into signing the contract, he would have run away. Even if he signed the contract, the school probably wouldn't recognize that kind of content anyway.

But ALICE is indeed a god of civil war; I suspect she wasn't hoping for Class A to do well at all. Let alone warning Yamauchi, she didn't even let the bald guy pay attention.]

What a waste of Class A's massive advantage.

If little sister could actually put her brain to work, she might have noticed the clues, but... sigh.

I don't even know what to say to you.

When I told you not to get close to Yamauchi, I didn't mean for you to ignore his existence entirely; how did you manage to treat him like he was invisible?

Forget it, it's too late to change anything now anyway!

The only pity is, won't this wave of events cause Class B to be promoted directly to Class A?

Wouldn't that be a bit less fun?

Alright, that's it for today's diary entry, here's the summary:

Yamauchi-sama unleashed his mighty power, the pawn Ryuen ran himself ragged, and the points deducted in the special exam are actually class points. Since monthly income is distributed at a ratio of one hundred to one based on class points, that means tomorrow, Class D should be receiving 0 points!

Fantastic, it was worth waiting patiently for a whole month!]

"...Huh?"

A long diary entry after a month-long gap refreshed before the eyes of Kushida Kikyo.

She had been calm; after all, aside from the first day when it exposed her true colors, the Diary hadn't overly affected her life. If the Diary could just continue to be this stable, then she would only need to find a way to get Horikita expelled.

These past few days, she had been doing everything in her power to get closer to her classmates and even students from other classes, using her superb affinity that everyone admired to watch the numbers on her friend list climb steadily, replying to as many messages as possible, all while serving as their emotional trash can.

Honestly, she was sick of it.

Facing the constant negative emotions complained about by those people, she felt like she was about to develop negative emotions herself.

But this was something she had chosen.

She should have known back in middle school that gaining the trust of others meant exactly this.

Therefore, she hadn't thought about giving up on the act of winning people's trust.

It was just that she needed a way to decompress, a vent to release the negative emotions others piled onto her.

In middle school, she used anonymous boards on the internet.

But that carried the risk of exposure; in fact, it was because she was exposed that her middle school life had been such a failure.

She wouldn't repeat the same mistake, so she couldn't possibly choose an anonymous board again as a way to decompress.

Confide in someone? People cannot be trusted. Don't look at how much everyone trusts her right now; that is only trust in the image she presents on the surface. Once they know her true nature, she will not be trusted by anyone.

Find a hollow tree to scream and vent? She had indeed intended to try that at the very beginning; there were plenty of places like the school building in the afternoon, the rooftop at night, or secluded corners.

But in the end, she gave up.

Because even if a place is secluded, it is still only secluded, and there would eventually be a possibility of exposure.

Could it be that she really has to rely on becoming the Ziwei Star Emperor to decompress?

Just as Kushida Kikyo was troubled by this, the Diary sent a notification to 'little sister'.

And so, she understood; the 'Low-Spec Yukino' that the Diary had been torturing for two days was Horikita Suzune.

Her interest was instantly piqued.

She had tried hard for several days without being able to get an inch closer to Horikita, let alone become her friend or confirm whether she still remembered that they were at the same school in middle school, and it turned out the Diary had already written out the other party's dark history?

No wonder she wasn't afraid of being discovered by the Diary at the time; it turned out she had already been exposed once.

The only problem was that ever since then, the entries the Diary wrote every day were just trivial matters, and it was hard to say for what reason.

The Diary stopped torturing Horikita, but the negative emotions festering in her heart still needed a place to be resolved.

Naturally, Kushida Kikyo chose to turn her gaze toward the Diary itself.

You say... can I write something too?

Chapter 50: Pending message detected, uploading now.

Write, of course she could write, she definitely could write, she absolutely could write.

But, what kind of normal person writes a diary?

Writing a diary is either for others to see, or for others to see.

If you really write all the emotions in your heart into a diary, no matter how deeply you hide it, it will be discovered by others.

--If it were an ordinary diary.

But what if, it was this diary in her hand?

Kushida Kikyo couldn't help but have such a thought.

This was a diary that no one else could see or touch, and even if she tried to show it to others, it would be of no use; it was a diary she could take out at any time.

Even if she flipped through the diary in her hand openly in class, the act of reading it would be distorted into other forms in the eyes of others.

Therefore, she could write.

She picked up her pen and began to write her emotions in the diary.

[What is that guy Yamauchi anyway? Why doesn't a person like that just die already? By what right is he even allowed into this school?]

[That Hasebe girl is also walking around with a sour face, she's someone completely incapable of making friends, yet because I took the initiative to approach her, she deliberately started using a nickname for me. What is she trying to do? Is she just hoping someone will show her kindness while she does absolutely nothing herself?]

[Horikita is an even bigger idiot, Chabashira is a dead weight, and don't even get me started on Ayanokoji—he can't even do a simple task right. With that dead-eyed look on his face, it's no wonder he can only hang out with that group of losers like Yamauchi!]

Ugly, twisted, and nearly revealing her true nature as if she were standing in the middle of a crowd, Kushida Kikyo picked up her pen and let her frustrations fly across the pages of her Diary.

She could clearly feel the gazes of others, hear their voices, and remain acutely aware that she was in the middle of a "crowd."

But it didn't matter; her expression wouldn't give her away, the words she wrote wouldn't expose her, and no matter what she did... the Diary would obediently listen, twisting the version of her that others saw into the perfectly normal version of herself.

Ah, even though writing couldn't fully vent the emotions churning inside her.

Still, this feeling—like cursing people right to their faces—was even more satisfying than she had imagined.

...Precisely because of this, on this day, April 30th, the Diary, which had refreshed itself in a way that broke from its usual routine, gave her a very ominous premonition.

As she cast her eyes over the content, her premonition was confirmed.

Setting aside the unhinged content at the very beginning—she found it hard to understand what the other person was writing, but that was fine, she was already used to them spouting such nonsense from time to time.

The important part was below.

"Lord Yamauchi" appeared???

No, what even is a Yamauchi? Does he deserve to be called a lord?

She felt that whoever was writing this diary had truly lost their mind.

Kushida Kikyo had never imagined that the "Black Room's greatest masterpiece" mentioned a few times in the Diary would be that Yamauchi Haruki.

"Does he even deserve it???"

Kushida Kikyo frowned deeply as she continued to read the Diary.

Word by word, line by line, she read on.